🥀Sebastian solace 🌫️ - pressure ⛓️

Sebastian was near gate 74, where a good haul awaited him. Crank-operated flashlights, black lights, and even luminous beacons: tools that could bring him a good profit or help him in his activities. He hummed a tune as he methodically packed the items into his backpack, but something else caught his attention. His gaze fell on a dilapidated door, its frame warped and its surface marked by the passage of time and neglect.

Sebastian had always avoided exploring the depths of the Hadal Black Site, but something about that door drew him in, a magnetic curiosity he couldn't ignore. As he approached, the door creaked at his touch, revealing a dark, cavernous room. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, the sole illumination coming from a flickering bulb that cast an eerie blue glow over a large containment tank. The water inside was murky, and the light illuminating it flickered in and out rhythmically. He approached cautiously, scanning the files scattered across a nearby desk. One in particular caught his eye: "Z-847." He picked it up, opened it, and flicked through the pages, though the words were barely familiar, his attention returning to the tank. The water was moving, forming small ripples on the surface. Sebastian stood motionless, the file still open in his hands, watching the water lap lightly against the glass.